Breeze
She was very rarely out into this world now a days. The single window of her room was growing smaller and smaller as the time past. She could see it all out there, the swaying trees and happy faces. No one ever noticed young Ariana Dumbledor sitting up in her room, fingers slowly undoing to lock.
She could feel the spark of inner magic as the metal latch slipped from its home. The sound was musical to her ears, and the squeal of rusty hinges was a symphony.
Ariana could feel it. The life and freedom in the breeze. It danced through the small opening and ruffled her loose hair. How she desired it so much.
Reaching through the hole, she could feel the wind brushing against her. She tried to go out further, desiring to touch the world.
A rough force pulled her back inside. Ariana could see her mother yelling at her as the woman slammed the window closed, but she couldn't make out the worlds. There was a pounding behind her ears that refused to quiet.
Ariana screamed back, not really hearing her voice. The pounding grew louder. Harder. Harsher. She couldn't hear anything but it
And then it happened. The explosion was just an inch away from her. But it felt as if it ripped from her body. It through her to the side, slamming against the wall.
The dust cleared, and Ariana saw her mother lay on her side. She crawled to her, fingers running through her mothers hair and begging for her to wake. The sound of Aberforth entering the room was unheard as she sat back at stared at the ruffling against her back.
In the blast of her magic, the window had been shoved open. A soft breeze ran through, but Ariana didn't move towards it this time.